Somehow Dirtier

Sitting in the main room, Di Tou couldn't help but scratch his head as he felt like he had forgotten something, but after not thinking of something, he simply mumbled, "Ah, forget it, if I forgot, surely it can't be that important." Waving a palm, Di Tou sent a small flame into the stove to heat up a pot of clay chicken that he had ordered and kept in his Spatial Ring some time ago.

Lounging on the side, Di Tou lightly closed his eyes and leaned against a stool in the kitchen, waiting for the food to heat up. Letting out a yawn, Di Tou couldn't help but lazily blink his eyes. Mmm, although the day hadn't been that long, after draining out all the blood to bind with the materials in preparation for crafting and watching An Yang nearly pass out time and time again, Di Tou couldn't help but feel like he got infected and became tired as well.